Chapter 166： Is not fun

The two parties quarreled with each other and did not waste time fishing.

You scoop a basket and I scoop a net, and we almost get into a fight.

Jiang Sanlang spread the bait as he walked forward. After scattering all the bait in a pot, he and his brother and nephew had a section of the river to themselves and caught a lot of fish on their own.

Seeing that it was almost done, I packed my backpack and prepared to go home.

The villagers were still reluctant to leave, and they were reluctant to pack up their tools until no more fish came.

At this time, an unkempt young man approached Jiang Sanlang and said, "Jiang Sanlang, do you still have the bait?"

“It’s gone.” Jiang Sanlang glanced at him and didn’t want to say anything more. He and his eldest brother, second brother, eldest nephew and second nephew put their fish baskets on their backs and prepared to leave.

This man suddenly grabbed Jiang Sanlang's backpack and shouted loudly: "You obviously have it, why don't you give it to us? Your family is so rich and you still care about this thing? Do you want to starve to death like us poor people, you are such an unkind beast?" ?”

Before Jiang Sanlang could throw off his backpack, Wang Ke and Li Dayong rushed over and punched the man in the face.

The young man was knocked to the ground and shouted for help, "He's killing someone! Jiang Sanlang is killing someone! Help! Help!"

Unexpectedly, not only did no one come to save him, but several people from the East Village also rushed in. They all swarmed him, punching and kicking him until he repeatedly begged for mercy.

"Okay, don't beat him to death." Seeing that it was almost done, Jiang Sanlang quickly asked people to stop.

The people then dispersed.

Looking at this man again, he was curled up on the ground and dared not speak. When he saw Jiang Sanlang approaching, he shrank back in horror.

Jiang Sanlang looked at him coldly and led everyone away.

Even though this person’s hair was messy and his face was disheveled, Jiang Sanlang still recognized who he was.

The younger brother of the second brother's ex-wife, Leng Da, the son of Mrs. Cao in Lengjia Village.

It seems that this guy has spent all the money from selling his sister, otherwise he would not be in such a miserable state, and he dares to come in front of him and act like a rogue. He is really tired of life. He, Jiang Sanlang, has never been an easy master.

The people from the East Village followed Jiang Sanlang back to the south slope.

This time fishing, almost every family caught a lot.

Chen Zhu and his second cousin Chen Yin caught a dozen fish together, each weighing more than ten kilograms. The two divided the fish, each of them got six fish.

 Chen Zhu gave one to his eldest brother, his second brother also gave one to his family, and kept the rest for his own use.

The winter sacrifice is coming soon. The clan will worship their ancestors, and they will definitely have to make offerings. These fish are enough.

Tang was so happy when she saw that her son had caught so many fish that she hurriedly made a water tank to put fish in.

The patriarch came over and took a look, with his hands behind his back, and curiously asked: "How did you catch them?"

Chen Zhu chuckled and said: "Brother Jiang has some bait. If you put it out, the fish will come over."

“Why is the fishing bait so awesome?” The patriarch was a little unconvinced.

Chen Zhu washed his hands with water. "Brother Jiang said it is made from crushed gold fungus and wheat bran. Big fish especially like to eat it."

The patriarch nodded and looked down at several big fish tumbling in the water tank.

After a pause, he asked: "Shiro, how much of the golden ear fungus do you still have?"

“About a hundred cans.” Chen Zhu took the cloth handed over by his mother and wiped his hands.

The patriarch asked again: "How many plants can be divided next year?"

“Four hundred plants should be enough,” Chen Zhu said.

The patriarch thought for a moment and said: "Silang, the golden ears of your eldest and second brother's family have been destroyed. When the plants are divided next year, give them a hundred dollars each."

Chen Zhu was stunned.

When Mrs. Tang heard what the old man said, she jumped up and said angrily: "Why? Why should the bacteria that my son has worked so hard to cultivate be shared with those two people?"

The patriarch was displeased: "What are those two people? Those are my son, Shiro's biological brother!"

"Bah!" Mrs. Tang sneered: "When Zhu'er was lying on the kang, no one thought he was his direct brother! Oh, now he is not his direct brother."

“You!” The patriarch was almost mad at his old wife, so he tossed his sleeves and went back to the house. Tang snorted coldly, pulled her son aside and said, "Don't listen to your father! When you went to war, my mother and I were often teased by others at home. The whole family boiled eggs to eat, but my mother was the only one who didn't give us any. He said there weren’t enough eggs. My poor little demon just watched his cousins ​​eat eggs. Oh, I feel so panicked just thinking about it.”

Chen Zhu saw that my mother was nagging again, and said helplessly: "Mom, don't mention this matter, it won't be good for Yao'er to hear."

"What's wrong!" Mrs. Tang rolled her eyes at her son: "If you don't explain it to him, others will treat him as a fool who is easy to bully."

Chen Zhu sighed and said nothing more.

I am afraid that there will be no harmony between my family and my eldest and second brother’s family.

After lunch, Tang took her grandson to Jiang's house to play.

Tang told her grandson: "Go back and play with Yingbao. You can't bully her, you know."

Yao'er nodded.

“Also, don’t forget to give the silk flowers grandma gave you to Ying Bao.” Mrs. Tang warned with a smile.

The little demon blinked, wondering why her grandma always asked her to give things to Ying Bao and also let her play with her.

Actually, I prefer playing with Jiang Jie and Jiang Wu.

Walking into the courtyard of Jiang Sanlang's house, Mrs. Tang called out: "Is Chun Niang at home?"

Chunniang ran out quickly: "Hey, it's Aunt Tang, come in quickly."

Mrs. Tang walked into the house with her grandson in hand. She glanced around and saw the three children. She smiled and asked, "My Yao'er insisted on coming to play with Ying Bao. Why didn't she see her?"

Chunniang brought a bamboo chair and asked Mr. Tang to sit down, and said, "Bao'er is writing in the room."

“Oh, you are such a studious child.” Mrs. Tang gently patted her grandson, “Look at how diligent Ying Bao is. You should learn more from her in the future.”

Chun Niang smiled and said, "Yao'er is still young."

“Not too young, not too young, Yao’er is only two or three months younger than Yingbao, so growing up is nothing.”

Mrs. Tang sat down on the bamboo chair and said to her grandson: "Go and play with Ying Bao. Hey, Chun Niang, you don't know. Yao'er is very interested in Ying Bao and has been clamoring to come and play with her all day long." Woolen cloth."

Yao'er, who was about to go to the back room, turned his head and wanted to tell San Auntie that he didn't, but his grandma glared back.

Yaoer ran into Yingbao's room with a pout, and sure enough he saw her lying on the Kang table writing.

On the other Kang table were two people, Jiang Jie and Jiang Wu.

"Jiang Jie, Jiang Wu." Yao'er waved to them happily, thought for a while, and took out a pair of silk flowers from his small pocket, "Here they are for you to wear."

Jiang Jie and Jiang Wuneng were very happy to see a visiting friend at this time, and quickly asked him to come to the kang.

So the three boy dolls sat on the kang and started talking about how to wear silk flowers best.

“My second cousin wears it on his ears, just like this. He learned it from people in the county town, and everyone in the county town wears it like this.”

"My grandpa only wears it during festivals. He puts it on his hat." Yao'er gestured with her little hand.

“My grandfather never wears flowers, but he wears powder during festivals.” Jiang Jie said, “Let him wear this flower.”

Yaoer and Jiang Wu agreed. How ugly it would be to just apply powder and not wear flowers.

Yingbao finished writing a word, put down the pen, and looked at the three boys who were discussing wearing flower powder and looking speechlessly.

“Jiang Jie and Jiang Wu, have you finished your homework?”

Jiang Jie and Jiang Wu shrank their necks and stopped talking.

Ying Bao asked Yao'er again: "Chen Bozhong, have you finished your homework?"

Yao'er quietly moved behind Jiang Jie, covered her eyes with her little hands, and peeked at the female doll opposite her through her fingers.

She is so terrible, even more terrible than the Master.

But grandma still said she was cute and asked her to play with her, even though she was obviously not fun at all.